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Miss Serena



May 28, 05 - 8:21 AM
Unmentionables

ÒFrom the cradle to the grave, underwear comes firstÓ
Berthe Brecht, The Threepenny Opera

Now I confess I have not the slightest idea what Berthe was talking about, having lifted this quotation from another source, but I will bring my own meaning to it (a necessary dictate of modern art as I understand it) and say that lingerie is one of the essentials of life. The important thing about lingerie is that it is underwear. It may be seen, occasionally, by the nearest and dearest, but the point is that it is generally not seen. Because it is so very private, it does not have to fit in or be appropriate or be admired; it is akin to oneÕs innermost thoughts. In the most trying circumstances, the perfection of oneÕs lingerie can bring one through (well, perhaps I exaggerate a little there). I recall one of Noel StreatfeildÕs characters remarking on the confidence that a triple layer of lace on the undergarments can confer. For myself, I favour the simplicity of broderie anglaise, others perhaps have a penchant for red satin. And who is to know? That is the charm of it.
Martine



May 29th, 2005 - 12:59 PM
Re: Unmentionables

ÒThe important thing about lingerie is that it is underwear. It may be seen, occasionally, by the nearest and dearest, but the point is that it is generally not seen.Ó

Unfortunately, I suggest, that is almost the opposite of reality. How many fleshy female backsides do we see through the summer months? a line of usually slightly grubby thong rising above the waistband? Or a pair of too-tight skimpy briefs cutting a new template into the thin fabric of a pair of tight-fitting trousers or shorts? Or bra straps warring colourfully with the garment on top of them? A loose fitting cotton or woolen dress, over a slip and sensible knickers is much more feminine and discreet, and much more comfortable.

The rest is just pants.

I think it was Berthold, by the way. Brecht, that is.
Miss Serena



May 29th, 2005 - 7:41 PM
Re: Unmentionables

Alas, Martine, you have not yet acquired the Aristasian eyesight which sees only the ideality or things as they should be, rather than the grubby Pittishness of.. well, of the Pit. How too, too distressing for you, darling. At least you are not seduced into finding them acceptable. It seems beyond belief, but I have heard that it can happen.

I do not know how much you know about Aristasia, but in the, sadly inaccessible, land of Aristasia Pura all good things exist in a finer and decidedly feminine form, hence Miss Berthe Brecht, the Trentish playwright.




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